This is a song about "Ass whopin"

Your life is a product of trash

I bury lightning in your ass

My man got a feel for your ass

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

You better have your face on your ass.

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

That are targeted at your ass.

No one-half and i hate math

Fuck being an architect and kissing ass,

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

So you can kiss my ass

She graduated top of the class

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Eat the shit i funnel from my ass

I splash your dirty ass,

Baby got that super bass